WHY IS THE WEEKEND OVER
Yesterday, I woke up half an hour past noon when Melody called me about speed skating. After a lunch of futomaki, Dad dropped me off at Melody's house, and she drove us to the rink at Long Beach. It was really funnn; I'm somewhat confident in basic skating now, thank goodness Jim came to teach, else I'd be so lost still. It's so funny how people can be so unaware of their on movements until they're pointed out; I'd been so frustrated about not being able to turn left until Jim told me that I was turning my left skate right when trying to turn left [duh]. Same with scraping the skate when trying to lift after a push; because the speedskate is longer than a normal skate, I didn't get it until Melody told me to lift my foot higher between pushes. [doubleduh]. The dryland exercises were really tough too, and I only got through about half of them. Eesh, really need to get back into shape [and yet we know these will remain empty words sans action *headdesk*]. My thighs and butt ached today when we were at the mall, so I basically walked like a cripple. WHOO, EXERCISE!
For dinner, I went with the family to a noodle place on Baldwin [I think it was 北方麵館 or something similar, I forget]. 'Twas so-so, but I really love eating dinner with my family. It's so happy.
After we got back, we set up the dining table for mahjong and played for a cycle; I won twice, and once was even a self-pick too! Meimei was way too loud for midnight, but that just made it more fun. I love playing games with my family too. It's so happy!! I'm starting to wonder if happiness makes for redundancy.
Today, I got up at 11 when Dad called; the family was coming back from getting their hair cut, and we were going out to 888 Seafood Restaurant [dim sum] for lunch. Meimei wanted to have 馬來糕 [not horse cake, but Malaysian cake], so we drove down Valley in search of a bakery that Mom remembered sold all types of Asian cakes. When we got to the right intersection, it was an empty, overgrown lot--apparently, the building had burnt down a while back, and the bakery had moved to a new place, but Mom didn't remember the address. Defeated, we went back home so Meimei could finish her homework.
After she was done, we went once again to our weekend haunt, the local mall. I saw for myself the tragedy that was the walls that cordoned off the stand that was once Surf City Squeeze, the more than two decade old smoothie place that we had always gotten drinks from.
I also saw Borders, with its myriad "GOING OUT OF BUSINESS", "EVERYTHING UP TO 40% OFF", and "STORE CLOSING" banners draped from the ceiling. The store was more crowded than I had seen it in years, and its shelves were already resembling a crooked Jenga tower, rather than the orderly rows it once had. In the back, the cafe was blocked off by the tables that were once in it, with a paper taped to the front saying the cafe was closed, and it had been a pleasure to serve everyone. I and my sister considered buying books [I was eyeing the already dwindling Shakespeare section], but the line was way too long, so we left.
After that, we went to a bunch of clothing stores to try and find Meimei a jacket, because she got cold in the mornings biking to school. After browsing all of the stores, the following exchange occurred [{brackets} signify Mandarin]:
Dad: {Aiya, we should just go back to that} store.
Sister: Which store?
Dad: ...Albert Tom Bee?
Sister: Alba Turkey?
Dad: Albuquerque?
So we went back to Abercrombie and bought her a $30 jacket. And, since Dad never passes up free stuff, now smells like Abercrombie because he sprayed the sample on himself. Fun. Honestly, I feel kind of sorry for the people who work there; the music is so loud, and the perfume is so overpowering, and the lights are so low, how do you not walk out of that place blind, deaf, and olfactorily-retarded? Mayhaps it's some perverted reality of Harrison Bergeron, since the people who work there aren't altogether unattractive.
It's nice to revel in how good I have it now. I love sitting in the Siena while Dad is driving us back home, and we're going down a leafy avenue in the California sunshine, and some wonderful program from KUSC is on, and Mom or Dad or Meimei is telling some silly or sad story from life or the news, and I can just relax and not worry about the present or even the immediate future. Things are so perfect most of the time when I'm at home that I can't help but smile. I really don't want to grow up. *sigh*
Then again, in a testament to human discontent, I wouldn't mind more diverse company. In other words, I NEED FRIENDS OMG [and more time to have fun with them!]. Why am I so hard to get along with? q_q I've honestly been thinking a lot about this lately, and I know it seems like such a childish worry, but seriously: Why am I so alone? *doublesigh*
EDIT [10:06 pm]: I ｊｕｓｔ ｇｏｔ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｎｅ ｗｉｔｈ Ｍａｂｌｅ！！！ Ｉ ｈａｄｎ’ｔ ｓｐｏｋｅｎ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｉ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ； ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ ｆｏｒ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ ｆｉｖｅ ｙｅａｒｓ ａｇｏ ｉｎ Ｍｒ。 Ｋｉｄｄ’ｓ ｃｌａｓｓ ［Ｍｒ。 Ｋｉｄｄ ｈａｄ ｈａｄ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｃｌａｓｓ ｗｒｉｔｅ ａ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ ｔｏ ｔｈｅｍｓｅｌｖｅｓ， ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｍａｉｌ ｉｔ ｔｏ ｔｈｅｍ ｉｎ ｆｉｖｅ ｙｅａｒｓ］。 Ｉｎ Ｍａｂｌｅ’ｓ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ， ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｏｌｄ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ ｔｏ ＂Ｃａｌｌ Ｋｅｖｉｎ； ｈｅ’ｌｌ ｂｅ ｄｏｉｎｇ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｉｇ。＂， ｓｏ ｓｈｅ ｃａｌｌｅｄ。 Ｕｎｆｏｒｔｕｎａｔｅｌｙ， Ｉ’ｍ ｎｏｔ ｄｏｉｎｇ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｉｇ。。。ｇｏｔ ｔｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｈａｒｄｅｒ。 Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｓｏ ｎｉｃｅ ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ａｇａｉｎ； ｓｈｅ ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎｅｄ ｈｏｗ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄｎ’ｔ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ ｏｕｔｌｏｕｄ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ｉｎ ａ ｌｏｎｇ ｔｉｍｅ。 Ｗｅ ｃａｕｇｈｔ ｕｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｓｏ ｆａｒ， ａｎｄ ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ａｂｏｕｔ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｗｅ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｋｎｅｗ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｉｇｈ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ。 Ａｈ， ｌｉｆｅ ｉｓ ｓｏ ｋｉｎｄ。
Ｔｈｅｎ ａｇａｉｎ， ｍｙ ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ ｉｓ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｒｅｔａｒｄｅｄ ａｎｄ ｗｏｎ’ｔ ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｓｗｉｔｃｈ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｈａｌｆｓｃａｌｅ ｌｅｔｔｅｒｉｎｇ， ａｎｄ Ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｏｕｔ ｔｈａｔ ｏｕｒ ｄｏｇ ｐｕｌｌｅｄ ｍｙ ｊｅａｎｓ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ ｈａｎｇｅｒ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ ａｎｄ ｄｒａｇｇｅｄ ｉｔ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｏｕｒ ｂａｃｋｙａｒｄ ｓｏ ｉｔ’ｓ ｎｏｗ ｃａｋｅｄ ｉｎ ｄｉｒｔ。 Ｈｕｒｒａｈ。 Ｕｇｈ， Ｉ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｇｅｔ ａ ｐａｐｅｒ ｊｏｕｒｎａｌ； ｔｈｉｓ ｓｔｕｐｉｄ ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ ｉｓ ｓｏ ｓｌｏｗ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｄａｍｎ ＭｃＡｆｅｅ ｗｏｎ’ｔ ｓｔｏｐ ｓｃａｎｎｉｎｇ ｅｖｅｎ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｉｔ ｔｏ。 ＡＢＳＵＲＤＩＴＹ。 Ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｗａｓｔｅｄ ｔｉｍｅ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｎ ｐａｇｅ ｔｏ ｌｏａｄ。
EDIT [11:11 pm]: God, this entry is never going to end, sorry guys. I forgot to add that my parents and my sister gave Tyche a haircut on Saturday while I was out speedskating, so he's a little less cute now, but still acts as adorable as ever. I'm reminded because he just helped us wake the whole darn neighborhood because he was barking like mad at the alleyway; when I grabbed a flashlight to check out what was up, it turned out to be a huge skunk just outside of our gate. Benefits of taking in a stray, I guess; he barks at anything, even a skunk larger than himself. ALRIGHT, still waiting for Meimei to finish showering so I can. My font switched back to normal because my computer decided to shut down on me unexpectedly. Ugh, I still can't believe the weekend is over.
For dinner, I went with the family to a noodle place on Baldwin [I think it was 北方麵館 or something similar, I forget]. 'Twas so-so, but I really love eating dinner with my family. It's so happy.
After we got back, we set up the dining table for mahjong and played for a cycle; I won twice, and once was even a self-pick too! Meimei was way too loud for midnight, but that just made it more fun. I love playing games with my family too. It's so happy!! I'm starting to wonder if happiness makes for redundancy.
Today, I got up at 11 when Dad called; the family was coming back from getting their hair cut, and we were going out to 888 Seafood Restaurant [dim sum] for lunch. Meimei wanted to have 馬來糕 [not horse cake, but Malaysian cake], so we drove down Valley in search of a bakery that Mom remembered sold all types of Asian cakes. When we got to the right intersection, it was an empty, overgrown lot--apparently, the building had burnt down a while back, and the bakery had moved to a new place, but Mom didn't remember the address. Defeated, we went back home so Meimei could finish her homework.
After she was done, we went once again to our weekend haunt, the local mall. I saw for myself the tragedy that was the walls that cordoned off the stand that was once Surf City Squeeze, the more than two decade old smoothie place that we had always gotten drinks from.
I also saw Borders, with its myriad "GOING OUT OF BUSINESS", "EVERYTHING UP TO 40% OFF", and "STORE CLOSING" banners draped from the ceiling. The store was more crowded than I had seen it in years, and its shelves were already resembling a crooked Jenga tower, rather than the orderly rows it once had. In the back, the cafe was blocked off by the tables that were once in it, with a paper taped to the front saying the cafe was closed, and it had been a pleasure to serve everyone. I and my sister considered buying books [I was eyeing the already dwindling Shakespeare section], but the line was way too long, so we left.
After that, we went to a bunch of clothing stores to try and find Meimei a jacket, because she got cold in the mornings biking to school. After browsing all of the stores, the following exchange occurred [{brackets} signify Mandarin]:
Dad: {Aiya, we should just go back to that} store.
Sister: Which store?
Dad: ...Albert Tom Bee?
Sister: Alba Turkey?
Dad: Albuquerque?
So we went back to Abercrombie and bought her a $30 jacket. And, since Dad never passes up free stuff, now smells like Abercrombie because he sprayed the sample on himself. Fun. Honestly, I feel kind of sorry for the people who work there; the music is so loud, and the perfume is so overpowering, and the lights are so low, how do you not walk out of that place blind, deaf, and olfactorily-retarded? Mayhaps it's some perverted reality of Harrison Bergeron, since the people who work there aren't altogether unattractive.
It's nice to revel in how good I have it now. I love sitting in the Siena while Dad is driving us back home, and we're going down a leafy avenue in the California sunshine, and some wonderful program from KUSC is on, and Mom or Dad or Meimei is telling some silly or sad story from life or the news, and I can just relax and not worry about the present or even the immediate future. Things are so perfect most of the time when I'm at home that I can't help but smile. I really don't want to grow up. *sigh*
Then again, in a testament to human discontent, I wouldn't mind more diverse company. In other words, I NEED FRIENDS OMG [and more time to have fun with them!]. Why am I so hard to get along with? q_q I've honestly been thinking a lot about this lately, and I know it seems like such a childish worry, but seriously: Why am I so alone? *doublesigh*
EDIT [10:06 pm]: I ｊｕｓｔ ｇｏｔ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｐｈｏｎｅ ｗｉｔｈ Ｍａｂｌｅ！！！ Ｉ ｈａｄｎ’ｔ ｓｐｏｋｅｎ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ｉ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ； ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｊｕｓｔ ｒｅｃｅｉｖｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ ｆｏｒ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ ｆｉｖｅ ｙｅａｒｓ ａｇｏ ｉｎ Ｍｒ。 Ｋｉｄｄ’ｓ ｃｌａｓｓ ［Ｍｒ。 Ｋｉｄｄ ｈａｄ ｈａｄ ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｃｌａｓｓ ｗｒｉｔｅ ａ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ ｔｏ ｔｈｅｍｓｅｌｖｅｓ， ａｎｄ ｈｅ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｍａｉｌ ｉｔ ｔｏ ｔｈｅｍ ｉｎ ｆｉｖｅ ｙｅａｒｓ］。 Ｉｎ Ｍａｂｌｅ’ｓ ｌｅｔｔｅｒ， ｓｈｅ ｈａｄ ｔｏｌｄ ｈｅｒｓｅｌｆ ｔｏ ＂Ｃａｌｌ Ｋｅｖｉｎ； ｈｅ’ｌｌ ｂｅ ｄｏｉｎｇ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｉｇ。＂， ｓｏ ｓｈｅ ｃａｌｌｅｄ。 Ｕｎｆｏｒｔｕｎａｔｅｌｙ， Ｉ’ｍ ｎｏｔ ｄｏｉｎｇ ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｉｇ。。。ｇｏｔ ｔｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｈａｒｄｅｒ。 Ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｓｏ ｎｉｃｅ ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｈｅｒ ａｇａｉｎ； ｓｈｅ ｍｅｎｔｉｏｎｅｄ ｈｏｗ ｓｈｅ ｈａｄｎ’ｔ ｌａｕｇｈｅｄ ｏｕｔｌｏｕｄ ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈａｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ｉｎ ａ ｌｏｎｇ ｔｉｍｅ。 Ｗｅ ｃａｕｇｈｔ ｕｐ ｗｉｔｈ ｏｕｒ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｓｏ ｆａｒ， ａｎｄ ｔａｌｋｉｎｇ ａｂｏｕｔ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｗｅ ｓｔｉｌｌ ｋｎｅｗ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｉｇｈ ｓｃｈｏｏｌ。 Ａｈ， ｌｉｆｅ ｉｓ ｓｏ ｋｉｎｄ。
Ｔｈｅｎ ａｇａｉｎ， ｍｙ ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ ｉｓ ｂｅｉｎｇ ｒｅｔａｒｄｅｄ ａｎｄ ｗｏｎ’ｔ ｌｅｔ ｍｅ ｓｗｉｔｃｈ ｂａｃｋ ｔｏ ｈａｌｆｓｃａｌｅ ｌｅｔｔｅｒｉｎｇ， ａｎｄ Ｉ ｊｕｓｔ ｆｏｕｎｄ ｏｕｔ ｔｈａｔ ｏｕｒ ｄｏｇ ｐｕｌｌｅｄ ｍｙ ｊｅａｎｓ ｏｆｆ ｔｈｅ ｃｌｏｔｈｅｓ ｈａｎｇｅｒ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ ａｎｄ ｄｒａｇｇｅｄ ｉｔ ａｒｏｕｎｄ ｏｕｒ ｂａｃｋｙａｒｄ ｓｏ ｉｔ’ｓ ｎｏｗ ｃａｋｅｄ ｉｎ ｄｉｒｔ。 Ｈｕｒｒａｈ。 Ｕｇｈ， Ｉ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｇｅｔ ａ ｐａｐｅｒ ｊｏｕｒｎａｌ； ｔｈｉｓ ｓｔｕｐｉｄ ｃｏｍｐｕｔｅｒ ｉｓ ｓｏ ｓｌｏｗ， ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｄａｍｎ ＭｃＡｆｅｅ ｗｏｎ’ｔ ｓｔｏｐ ｓｃａｎｎｉｎｇ ｅｖｅｎ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｔｅｌｌ ｉｔ ｔｏ。 ＡＢＳＵＲＤＩＴＹ。 Ｓｏ ｍｕｃｈ ｗａｓｔｅｄ ｔｉｍｅ ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｄａｒｎ ｐａｇｅ ｔｏ ｌｏａｄ。
EDIT [11:11 pm]: God, this entry is never going to end, sorry guys. I forgot to add that my parents and my sister gave Tyche a haircut on Saturday while I was out speedskating, so he's a little less cute now, but still acts as adorable as ever. I'm reminded because he just helped us wake the whole darn neighborhood because he was barking like mad at the alleyway; when I grabbed a flashlight to check out what was up, it turned out to be a huge skunk just outside of our gate. Benefits of taking in a stray, I guess; he barks at anything, even a skunk larger than himself. ALRIGHT, still waiting for Meimei to finish showering so I can. My font switched back to normal because my computer decided to shut down on me unexpectedly. Ugh, I still can't believe the weekend is over.